All men of goodwill have this in common - that our works put us to shame.

To achieve the possible, we must attempt the impossible again and again.

The bourgeois prefers comfort to pleasure, convenience to liberty, and a pleasant temperature to the deathly inner consuming fire.

When you like someone, you like them in spite of their faults. When you love someone, you love them with their faults.

Each man's life represents a road toward himself.

A thousand times I was ready to regret and take back my rash statement - yet it had been the truth.

...As every one of us knows, there are some festivals and games in which everything goes right, and every element lifts up, animates, and exalts every other, just as there are theatrical and musical performances which without any clearly discernible cause seem to ascend miraculously to glorious climaxes and intensely felt experiences, whereas others, just as well prepared, remain no more than decent tries.